|
TEXT ~ Heart Attack ~ song
A song to a beat I made
[Verse1] If you bring a gun I'll run and take it// And let ya body shake like tits when I let you take six//(gunshot) Ain't no escapin da drama// (Lock the doors!) Ain't no escape for your mother// Catch her [under covers] with the [nine] strapped// Five [shots] in her mouth, now she rockin a [gap]// Drag her body to the dump and let a bum hump the bitch// And blow her jaw off wit da sawed off pump (shiit)// I'm not tryna be gangsta// (Shin-sh-shin) Motherfucka I'm jes tryna shank ya// I leave knife wounds in wives 'n' who ever tries to// dive thru the window will jump into ninety five typhoons// Unload em clips~on broken hips~and [roll] dis bitch in da [barrel] of my 4-4// Switch ~ da game, no need to pop six// I'll have a chinese bitch chop dicks with chop sticks// [Hook] Death is comin' ~ when blood runnin' Thru eyes and mouth ~ that's the omen For you to hide in the black box Jump out like Jack in da box wit gats and glocks And give you a ~ Heart Attack! Pull da gun on yer kids, blow his brain right out his ear (ear) I give you a ~ Heart Attack! If you die in da bed nigga act like I dont care (care) [Verse2] I'm all fo the money, the bitches, the fame// Got luv for the honey, that switches, the brain// To overdrive, watch ya nose collide// wit ya toes and thigh, what goes inside, won't be nice// Five pounds of cocaine, and propane// Feel the adrenaline when I ignite your brain// Feel da tin~ga~lin feelin, I know you do// That's an anaconda ~ ready to choke you// Man fuck you if you dont like my shit// (Click, click) Rude boy, go buy my shit/ And you better act like you be feeling it// Or dem leg of yours, you wont be needin it// Nigga man, I'm too tired to play// Too tired to swing grenades at you night and day// So hey, i'ma go to the back and smoke a sack// And make a track to give old people heart attack// [Hook] Death is comin' ~ when blood runnin' Thru eyes and mouth ~ that's the omen For you to hide in the black box Jump out like Jack in da box wit gats and glocks And give you a ~ Heart Attack! Pull da gun on yer kids, blow his brain right out his ear (ear) I give you a ~ Heart Attack! If you die in da bed nigga act like I dont care (care) that's all there's a third verse, but ma boy gon spit third on da track gimme some feed |
it was nice, i liked it, started off slow but picked up, fix tha hook a lil if anything...hit ur head on a cloud...naomean...
|
ight, props for peepin
1 luv |
hit mine up...
|
uppin
|
uppin
|
anghelic read this right i liked it ahd hell of potential keep doing yu twin
|
| All times are GMT -4. The time now is 07:13 AM. |